Sickness Humor Novels & Stories

he asked "What?" "your body temperature went back to normal, the doctor confirmed you are now okay, and maybe you forgot but you mentioned being okay twice," he said leaving me speechless "You knew" I managed to say "I'm not dumb you know, if you wanted to spend time with me that much, just say it" I felt embarrassed but still nothing was coming to mind "You are wrong anyway, I don't know why one will fake being sick" "It's not fake, you were sick, you are okay now and you still got prescribed some drugs so yeah" I have no idea where the topic was heading at but I know for a fact he is corny...

Even their mother, who battled lingering depression, contributed by coordinating schedules, cooking meals, and providing emotional support, her presence anchoring the family’s recovery. Laughter as Medicine Despite the ongoing challenges, humor was a crucial part of their healing. During one afternoon art session, Sandra’s notebook fell and rolled across the floor, landing in an awkward position. “Really, Sandra?” Gail teased. “Do you have a gravitational pull for disaster?” Sandra laughed. “At least it wasn’t me tripping over my own feet… again.” Mathapelo chimed in, “Oh please, if anyone falls, it’ll be you two before me. I’ve survived witchcraft—I can survive clumsiness!”

“I’d laugh in your face and then tell the doc you brought it on yourself. You think I’m gonna risk my reputation so you can play kamikaze in bed? Forget it.” That earned me a real laugh, short and sharp. I grinned, pointing at him. “See? Humor works. You should thank me. I’m basically saving your sanity.” “You’re insufferable,” he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched again. “Yeah, but I’m entertaining. And in three months, when you’re finally cleared, you’re gonna look back at this and—” “If you laugh, I’ll hit you.” I held up my hands. “Okay, okay. Not laugh. Maybe… cry tears of joy. Better?”

Sarcasm Sarcasm fixed 90% of his problems. Maybe the number of percentage was a little exaggerated but it was close to the catch. Sarcasm helped to soften blows and sometimes save him from conversations with basic straight white men who only communicated in base ball, coochie and trucks. He has used it to get passes into club and generally just made him a really attractive person to talk to..that's if he's conversing with a sensible witty person. "Guys...I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault, all of this. This is why I came here, so that's what she meant by say she already had who she thought was responsible…" Rachel thought back to the car conversation.

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

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My fits of giggles turned into full-blown laughter thanks to my intoxication. Dark humor was just my type. “You are funny,” I said. “But seriously, what happened?” “I take upon boxing as fitness. I recently found out a friend of mine passed away. My emotions got ahead of me.” I frowned and my body slumped. “I am so sorry to hear that.” “Don’t worry,” he said. Feeling bad, I decided to change the topic. I waved down to the waiter and ordered another drink. It was delivered not long after. No wonder he deflected so much and was a bit annoyed when I continued to pry. He lost someone important to him.

I decided against it, “Nothing. You were gone.” “It would’ve been rude to stay when a princess is cleaning herself, wouldn’t it?” I took a keen look at him, he looked tired, sunken. “You look sick. Don’t tell me you’re already ill?” He laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever been sick before, what’s it like?” “Tell me you’re joking?” He stood, walking towards me, that annoying smirk on his face. “I’m not. What’s it like to be sick?” He wasn’t joking. How could he, someone so weak, have never fallen ill? It didn’t make any sense.

His reply was immediately followed by a cold chuckle. I felt my eyes bulge and my lips tear apart from each other, trying to comprehend what he just said to me. Or at least, trying to comprehend how on earth someone as reputable as Mr Donovan here could be so sick, extremely annoying and cocky? Did I mention he was annoying? “You’re a sick person, you know that?” I said, my voice stern and mimicking that coldness I had gotten from him before. “So I heard,” was all he said before taking a step closer to me again. “Would you like to know something sicker?”

"Well, I do not know what is wrong but I have just thrown up this morning and I feel dizzy and weak." I supplied. Their eyes widened with excitement and amazement much to my chagrin. Did it sound good to them that I was sick? "What, does is excite you that I am sick? What is with the look?" I asked as I looked from one woman to the other. They shook their heads to debunk the accusations. "We are not excited that you are sick, my lady. We are only excited about what this ailment of yours might mean. It is good news!"